Midterms & Eagle Projects

It seemed like autumn had come to stay by the time Saturday morning had arrived. Collette woke up to prepare red quinoa, wash the dishes, replace the bag in the vacuum cleaner, and plant new Rembrandt tulips around the holly bushes before they left for the Silverspoon’s.
It was one of the rare occasions that Collette drove. OLeif was busy studying for a whopper mid-term on church history. For a guy who couldn’t remember how old he was, it would be very interesting to see how OLeif performed on his first history exam in seven years.
On the drive, he randomly chuckled at things to himself from his readings about Athanathius and Ignatius. The mix of nerdy-IT and nerdy-seminary was molded to a semi-perfection in OLeif.
He wasn’t ultimately nerdy, but he was borderline, definitely borderline.
At the Silverspoon’s, sunlight sparkled through shafts of wood dust in the living room.
“Oh, it was so much worse downstairs,” said Denae. “I had to open the door down there.”
Theodore was busy supervising Izzy and Francis finish piecing together the new sign for Christ Church, for Izzy’s Eagle Scout project. It was nearly finished. They were mostly down to caulking.
While they worked, Puck wandered around the basement with an old broom, rummaging through the carnage of a dead lawn mower.
Upstairs, Denae handed him the cardboard circle of a giant pizza, which she had just tossed in the oven from Sam’s, and showed him how to trace his hand on it with a pen. Then she set out a spread of barbecued beef sandwiches and salad, before she hit the road with the boys and Theodore for the church.
“Sorry, I have nothing sweeter than Vanilla Wafers around here,” she told Collette, looking through the pantry. “Strawberry jam… That’s about it.”
Apparently Izzy held back on the sweets more so than Curly had done while living at home.